Cupid's Curse Book Novels & Stories

"But there's a sweeter part you should know. The symptoms will manifest even before her heat cycle begins. Neither she nor you will anticipate it. She'll be overwhelmed by anxiety and the anticipation of what's to come. And sadly, she won't hesitate to choose any man over you to satisfy her cravings. The mate bond won't stand a chance against the strength of a witch's curse." "Is there any way to break it?" Ryle interjected, genuine concern for Chelsea evident in his question. Julia laughed, a cruel edge to the sound, and slowly moved closer to me. She sat on my lap, her arms wrapping around my neck as if she were marking her territory. "No, darling," she purred, her voice dripping with mali

Now that I have accepted that Caleb was my mate, as well as the fact I did love him, I felt as if I were more in tune with him. He didn’t have to even touch me for me to feel like there was an electric current flowing through me. I hoped that it didn’t take me too long to come to terms with things, I mostly just needed to stop fighting it. “Yeah, but not much. Let me find it.” I told him as I started flipping through the book once again. When I found the page that mentioned the curse, I was sure how much of it was going to help. I was hoping there was a way to find out more about the curse. Maybe my father could find out something.

, he holds my arm, his grip on my arm tightens. "All these started because of her. And mum thought I was bluffing when I said I would prove I am cut from her cloth. You are not marrying her. I will marry Aiden and put his family in check. You are not ruining your happiness for mine. This is my fate. My fate is already cursed. I will marry my mate. We don't let go. We hold grudges for centuries, remember?", I remove his hand from mine and walk upstairs, ignoring the stares they give to me. *******

Cupping my chin in his palm, he gently raises my head so I will look directly into his eyes. He says, “I have been consulting with a witch. Her name is Helen, and she has told me that your greatest gift is a curse instead. You have been cursed by someone with the gift of Aphrodite and that means every man you come in touch with, wants you. They have no control and eventually become mad with lust if they don’t have you. She has told me of a way that she thinks might be able to help, but you can never be cured. It will only lesser the curse so the men won’t be driven mad, however there may be consequences.”

The shelves situated near the windows held a thousand of books, the only thing inside this room that really drew me in. My hands carefully brush the spines of the books. I pulled out one of the books that is entitled: Eros: A Cupid History and randomly opened it but instead of finding words in it, it reflected a couple of gold images floating on the cream colored pages. Mesmerize but bored, I pull out another one that is under the title of ‘Cupid Conundrums’. The letters and sentences appear golden against the cream pages. The paper, although old, smells like it was newly written, the font looks so elegant that it kind of reminds me of Grandma Aphrodite’s handwriting. “This is crazy! I have

“I’m fine. Just tired. Have my supper sent to my room.” I head upstairs but end up in the library instead. There has to be something — some record, some myth. I’ve never heard of brothers sharing a mate. Hours pass in a blur of pages and dust. My frustration grows heavier, dulled only by the bottle I found tucked behind an old grimoire. The burn in my throat does nothing to quiet her presence in my head. Her face flashes again. I slam the final book shut. Fuck. There’s a soft knock on my door. I take a small whiff of the air. I pick up Amber's scent.

Too— Weak. Alpha Derek of Edgeland leans forward, voice cutting. “Maybe if you focused more on finding the source of the curse rather than believing in some prophecy, you’d be able to heal your bloodlines.” The air turns volatile instantly. Gavin’s chair scrapes. “She will come,” he insists, voice shaking with restrained fury. “I don’t think you realize how much I’ve done to try to figure out what the problem is.” Alpha energy begins to press outward, thick and dangerous.

Those years of waiting for his arrival never seem to end. It’s been five years now. The alpha is yet to be found, neither could Imogen find a way to lift the curse nor did she forget how Braylon was swallowed by a dark shadow right in front of her eyes. She is yet to discover what that shadow was. And she will stop at nothing to look for a way to lift the curse. ***

Alaric hadn't always been like this. He'd once been the strongest warrior among the wolf clans. He'd led armies at nineteen. At twenty-two, he'd returned victorious from the war against the vampires. Back then, when he smiled, every girl at court blushed. Then a witch appeared and laid the curse on him. He could no longer control his wolf. Could no longer love. Could no longer be loved. "The first three ladies didn't believe the rumors," Graves said quietly. "They married the prince. And they all died on the full moon."

She is cunning and evil. She is a curse in the name of a blessing. Ares doesn’t want her, but he just can’t keep his hands off her... This book is available on Inkitt for free: https://www.inkitt.com/PartTimeWolf